It's raining, really raining. There was a catfish on my porch wanting inside when I got up this morning. Rain slows things down and the south is inherently casual in a really kewl way. When I have to re-roof the house it will be metal. Rain on a tin roof is poor man's morphine. Sleep and dream tremulous dreams; ahhhh the good things in life.
Thanks to the great response about the opaserv virus. Glad I was of some assistance. Keep them cards n letters a comin'!
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